I overheard some of my students (16-18 years old) during lunchtime today. They were all standing over a phone, looking at a photo.

“Is that a dead deer?!”. “It looks like a dead deer” said another. “Oh I thought it was a dead deer too”.

Then they all agreed it was a french bulldog. WTF?!

I frequently work with teenagers. I am but dust and bones to most.

Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.

Legend has it, that a ghost roams this cubicle. Sometimes, when the inbox is full, you can here him moan about missing paperclips.

As is tradition.

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